So long as we love, we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.
When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great. And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.
In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.
Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man.
Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.
Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.
We do not go to cowards for tender dealing; there is nothing so cruel as panic; the man who has least fear for his own carcase, has most time to consider others.
Every man has a sane spot somewhere.
If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.
It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize; so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face.
No man is useless while he has a friend.
Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?
So long as we are loved by others I should say that we are almost indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.
That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.
When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.
This is still the strangest thing in all man's travelling, that he should carry about with him incongruous memories.
Every man is his own doctor of divinity, in the last resort.
Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.
Already an old man, he ventured on his Highland tour; and his heart, bound with triple brass, did not recoil before twenty-seven individual cups of tea.
Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Of all my verse, like not a single line; But like my title, for it is not mine. That title from a better man I stole: Ah, how much better, had I stol'n the whole!
Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them.